Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 92

The car door opened. We climbed in, breathless.

I exhaled hard, heart racing. He looked at me like he wanted to say something, but I spoke first.

“You really brought me there on purpose.”

“Yes.”

“And you really kissed me in front of the entire city.”

“Also yes.”

The partition clicked as it rose

He leaned in, brushing a hand over my thigh. “Do you remember what happened the night of the Mate Ball?”

I tilted my head, thinking. “Not really. I remember getting dizzy. I remember your arms. The way everything smelled like heat and pine and leather. After that it gets patchy.”

He didn’t laugh. His eyes darkened. “You were high. Not your fault.

That asshole slipped something into your drink. You were swaying on your heels and wouldn’t let go of my arm.”

“Then what happened?”

“You told me I smelled too good. You climbed into my lap. In the car.

You kissed my neck. You told me you were wet. And you started grinding like you meant it.”

My cheeks flamed, but my thighs clenched.

“I did that?”

“You did. And then you passed out mid-movement. Fell asleep in my arms.

I stared at him. “And you didn’t touch me?”

He raised a brow. “Of course not. I wanted to. I almost did. But I couldn’t. You weren’t really there.”

I leaned in, letting my breath tickle the shell of his ear. “I’m here now.”

He groaned softly, already undoing the zipper at the back of my dress.

I crawled into his lap, my knees spreading across the seat, dress bunched up around my hips. His mouth met mine and I kissed him like I wanted to erase the time we had lost. Our mouths moved together,

slow and urgent. My fingers tugged at his belt, impatient. When I finally freed him, he was hot and heavy in my palm, and the look on his face as I stroked him made my pulse stutter.

“I need you inside me,” I whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. He slid his hands under my thighs, gripping tightly as I guided him to where I ached. I was already soaked. He slid in deep, thick and perfect, and I cried out into his mouth as my hips adjusted around him.

“This time I’ll remember,” I whispered, voice trembling.

“Then remember this,” he growled.

His hands dug into my waist, holding me there as I began to move, rolling my hips slow at first, dragging him through me until the friction became unbearable. I braced my knees against the leather seats for leverage, arching my back to feel every inch of him. His mouth was everywhere, my throat, my collarbone, the curve of my breast where he pushed the fabric aside and sucked until I whimpered.

“You’re driving me insane,” he muttered, his voice raw. “You feel like heaven.”I grinned, breathless. “So do you.”

I bounced harder, faster, the slap of skin against skin growing louder, more frantic. The car rocked with each thrust, the partition rattling faintly behind us. My nails dragged down his chest through his shirt.

He was so deep, so thick, I could barely breathe.

“Look at me,” he said, and I did.

His eyes locked with mine as he reached between us, finding my clit and rubbing tight circles that made my vision blur. My moans turned to cries, my whole body tightening.

“‘m going to-”

“Come for me,” he ordered, fingers relentless.

“Consider it my attempt at spoiling you before the rest of the world tries to tear us apart again.”

I swallowed, and the sweetness on my tongue turned thoughtful.”

That’s bleak.”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I won’t. But you could at least let me pretend we’re in a romantic comedy and not a political thriller for one morning.”

He chuckled and poured the coffee, handing me a cup just the way!

Liked it.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, eating and watching the light shift across the rug. Every so often he’d steal a bite of whatever I was eating, or tilt his head to kiss my bare shoulder. The intimacy wasn’t frantic like last night. It was lazy and soft and rich with the kind of affection that didn’t need to prove anything.

When the tray was pushed aside, Richard gently shifted me down onto my back, setting the tray aside with care. I blinked up at him, warmth blooming in my chest as he settled between my thighs, his body hovering above mine. The look in his eyes wasn’t hungry this time. It was something softer, heavier.He leaned down to kiss me again, slow and deep, his hands tracing every inch of exposed skin. His mouth returned to mine, but this time it was heavier, more patient, like he had all morning to taste every part of me. As he slid inside me, I gasped, arching up into the stretch of him.

“Still with me?” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He began to move, slow and deep. I closed my eyes and felt the way he filled me, every roll of his hips pressing us closer. The room faded until there was only him, only this. His fingers brushed my cheek as he looked down at me, eyes searching.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said. “Open, soft, mine.”

I whimpered, digging my heels into the mattress, wrapping my arms tighter around his shoulders. “Say more.”

“I’ve wanted this since the first time you looked at me like you hated me. Wanted to earn this. All of you. Not just your body. Your trust.”